Tuesday, November 24, 2009


WilliamBanzai7 Blog

Twas the night before Squidmas, when all through Goldman Squid house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a louse;
The bonus stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Blankfein soon would be there;

Bailed out bankers and traders were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of bonus booty danced in their heads;
And Timmy Geithner in his silly 'kerchief with no salary caps,
Had just settled down for another long nap.

When out on Main Street there arose such a clatter,
Main Streeters were screaming why should Wall Street just keep getting fatter and fatter?
With unemployment rates rising and so many a cupboard bare.
All those finagling financiers could do was just sit there and stare.

Then, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a hodgepodge of new Bills threatening all they held dear,
They all thought they were bigger and better than most
But those 2 big 2 fail deadbeats soon would be toast.

Then in a moment before it could all stick,
Those financial extortionists emptied their bailout stockings and took the loot quick,
And out in the distance they heard St Blankfein exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Squidmas to Goldman Squid, and to all squids a good-night!"

Comment on WSJ Blog:

* the vampire wrote:

To williambanzai7

Well done. Merry Squidmas and a Happy Vampire Year to everybody on Main Street. We look forward to bleeding you dry again next year.

St. Blankfein and Santa Dimon

Comment on Yahoo Finance:


Nice including the "Christ" part of Christmas since Blankfein considers himself up there with God anyway........

Five Star!

1 comment:

  1. Well done. This needs to be submitted to the late-night comedians because they are the only ones holding anyone accountable.